Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 324
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That means he still has feelings for his old friend. The fact that he didn’t accept right away shows that his feelings are not small.
“…good.”
After thinking for a few minutes, Isabel sighed briefly and agreed to the conditions set by the Heavenly Mother.
The guy pulled out something that looked like a shield generator from his old clothes. If the shield generator was in the shape of a hexagonal plate, this one was a pentagonal plate.
‘It’s an energy blocking device.’
When you make a contract with Vortex One, energy is always generated. Even if it is a very small contract that prevents you from lying. The amount of energy that can be blocked by an energy blocking device is extremely limited, but in this case, it is very helpful. Even that small tool will be able to stop the energy drain.
‘There’s one more thing I just found out.’
He doesn’t get along with the cult ranker in Berzan02. There may be some kind of relationship I don’t know about, but at least it’s not something that can be openly friendly. That’s probably why he carries around an energy blocking device.
While he was thinking like that, the guy turned on the energy shield and made a contract with the Heavenly Mother. A black light flashed faintly inside the shield, but no energy leaked out.
“It’s over.”
Isabel, who had completed the contract in less than a minute, lifted the barrier. The Heavenly Mother looked fine, except for her hair falling out and looking listless.
“Now tell me what you want.”
“Okay. Follow me.”
Isabel said, picking up the basket of groceries that had been placed in the corner.
“Follow me?”
“It’s a safe place. Since we’ve made a contract, I have no intention of harming you.”
He can’t lie until the deal is done. When I looked at the Heavenly Mother to see if she was okay, she nodded as well.
We followed Isabel out of the alley.
The guy moved only in the blind spots of the watchtower. Judging from the fact that he didn’t hesitate even a little, it seemed like he had been around like this many times.
Then the guy stopped at an old warehouse. Isabel used an old terminal to unlock the barrier blocking the entrance.
The first thing I saw when I went inside was the mess of junk strewn about. Beneath the mess of junk was a floor covered in dust.
‘huh?’
On the surface, it looked like no outsider had set foot on it for a long time, but Aimov’s auxiliary organs could not be fooled. It felt like someone had intentionally sprinkled fine sand to hide their footprints.
And some of the floors were completely different materials, with only the outer surface being the same. You could hear the sound of air blowing under the different materials.
‘There is an empty space under the warehouse.’
As expected, Isabel traced a certain pattern on the different-material floor with her foot. The floor disappeared with a clanking sound, revealing a staircase leading down to the basement.
“Isabel, what on earth have you done?”
“My sister did something I didn’t do.”
The guy who blurted out something incomprehensible went down the stairs.
[Zuzuzuzuzu (let’s follow)]
We also followed Isabel down to the basement. There was not a single light on the way down. The stairs themselves were so crude that it was hard to believe they were made by a cult.
It was only after I descended the long stairs and reached the basement that I understood why the stairs were shaped that way.
And what Isabel meant by what she said to her heavenly mother.
In the darkness of the underground, numerous signs are felt. Dozens of Coldbloods are kneeling and praying.
Isabel said, looking at them praying to the unknown one.
“Isabel, you….”
“Help me get them to a safe planet. That’s what I ask.”
Coldblood wanders in search of lost paradise and salvation.
Isabel was the underground messiah who led them.
The place that existed in the basement of the warehouse was as crude as a long staircase. It was hard to believe that it was built in an era when planetary environments were changed and stars could be freely traveled.
The ceilings were of varying heights, and the passageways were barely high enough for one person to fit through, and looked like they might collapse at any moment. Despite housing dozens of people, there was not a single high-tech device that consumed energy. There were not even small lights, so candles were the only light in the basement.
A place so shabby that it could be called a cave rather than a structure.
The condition of the Coldbloods praying there wasn’t very good either.
Coldbloods are slightly taller than humans. On average, males are 2m tall and females are 180cm tall. They also weigh much more than humans due to their muscle mass and scales. Isabelle, who is less than 150cm tall and has a slender body, is a special case.
But the Coldbloods here had less flesh than Isabel. Their scales were in a mess, and their arms, legs, and waists were twisted in a deformed way. None of them were wearing clothes, so their miserable bodies were exposed.
It was immediately clear why they were in this state, thanks to Isabel’s actions. She placed the fruits and groceries she had bought from the store in front of them.
“This is today’s food.”
Upon hearing the guy’s words, the Coldbloods immediately stopped praying. They crawled on the floor and began to eat food in a hurry.
Even though we were strangers, he didn’t show much reaction. To be exact, he seemed to be so absorbed in the food that he couldn’t pay attention to anything else.
‘At this point, the situation is worse than that of a slave or employee.’
No one, other than a space dog, would manage slaves in such a way. Judging by their attire and physical condition, they are most likely runaway slaves.
‘If you see me living here, you must be an escaped slave.’
There was an unpleasant smell in the air, and the bodies of the Coldbloods who inhaled the food also smelled bad. This was proof that they were taking care of all their accommodations underground.
‘I asked you to move them to a safe planet, didn’t I?’
According to the auxiliary agency, the number of Coldbloods in this basement is 40, excluding Isabel. It is a burdensome number to sneak onto the airship. Furthermore, it is difficult to say that they are in good health, even in empty words.
‘It won’t be easy.’
Then one of the Coldbloods who was eating food stood up and bowed his head to Isabel.
“Thank you for the grace of our Savior.”
“Oh, thank you for the grace of the Savior.”
“Thank you, Savior, Grace.”
Starting with him, the other Coldbloods also stopped eating and expressed their gratitude to Isabel.
“I am the savior….”
‘?’
The guy muttered something very quietly, but it was hard to hear because of the echoes of the cave walls. He nodded with his mouth closed, greeted us, and approached us.
“I’ll talk about the details above.”
Isabel also knew that this was not the right place to explain the situation. The guy led us back to the ground.
The Coldbloods continued to bow their heads until Isabelle was out of sight.
We returned to the old warehouse, up the long stairs.
“… … .”
While Isabel began to erase the traces on the floor, the Heavenly Mother remained silent. She had been quite shaken by the sight of the Coldbloods.
‘Come to think of it, that’s what the guy did.’
My sister said she did something she didn’t do.
‘Are you blaming me for leaving you behind?’
He said that while he was going down the stairs. Maybe he was referring to her behavior when she left him.
While I was lost in thought, Isabel, who had finished organizing everything, looked back at us.
“If you have any questions, just ask.”
Right now, Heavenly Mother was in no mood to talk. So I guess I’ll have to ask her.
“Which planet are you going to send it to?”
“It’s classified as a jungle-type planet. It hasn’t been discovered yet, so it doesn’t have a specific name.”
It seemed like that.
If you want to send the escaped slaves to safety, it would have to be a planet that is not registered on the route. Perhaps a place like the ice planet where Aadhai’s people reside.
“There are 40 people underground. Are you going to send them all to another planet?”
“okay.”
“There are too many numbers.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
The guy took a pad-type terminal out of his bosom.
“Here’s the information about the transport ship. I’ve already set the destination, so all you have to do is move it to the transport ship.”
After receiving the pad, I checked the information stored on my small arm near my chest.
The transport ship he was talking about was a cult-style old patrol ship that had been converted for civilian use. In addition to information about the means of transport, there were also detailed records of food, fuel, and people involved with the ship.
“There’s another owner of the ship? Who is this person?”
“Another slave trader. You can easily control him.”
Isabel assumed that I would naturally be able to use my parasite powers. In fact, in the game, the ‘mimetic organ’ and ‘parasite colony’ are the same characteristics as my symbols, so her reaction is not strange.
The problem is that I can’t use the parasite colony right now.
Because of the relic used by Sihyeon Eugene, the Outspacer genes have been lost from my body. I cannot use the parasite colony until I acquire new genetic essence.
So I have to pilot the spaceship myself.
“This ship is scheduled to leave in three days. At the very least, take care of the slave traders at least two days in advance. That way, we can get them on board.”
“Are you going too?”
Once you leave the surveillance-controlled Berzan02, it is not easy to get back in. If Isabel is going with you, there is no need to come back here.
But the guy shook his head.
“I can’t leave because I have work to do.”
“What to do?”
At that moment, a message appeared on the terminal of the guy I was holding. The recipient’s name was ‘Manager’. It was a call from the hotel that hired the guy.
“That’s it for today. I should probably go back soon because it’s time for work.”
“How do I contact you?”
“Come to the alley we saw earlier at this time tomorrow.”
The guy who got the pad terminal back sent us out of the warehouse and restored the shielding to its original state. Then he left without even saying goodbye.
“Work has become a hassle.”
“… … .”
“I think we need to re-plan what to do.”
“… … .”
Even to my words, Heavenly Mother did not respond. She just stared blankly in the direction where Isabel had disappeared.
I nudged her shoulder with the left side of my head. She blinked a few times and quickly apologized to me.
“…sorry.”
“Let’s go to the airship and talk about the details.”
I went back to the airfield with her and the airship. Heavenly Mother felt sorry for things turning out this way, so she didn’t say anything on the way to the airfield.
The reason she took the risk and came here was because she was an old friend of Isabel’s, so she must feel responsible for this situation as well.
‘Actually, there’s no need to do that.’
I had already predicted before I came that things wouldn’t go as planned. If Isabel had been in collusion with the cult rankers, or if she had been hunted by the rankers before we arrived, then we would have been in a much worse situation than we are now.
The only thing I didn’t expect was Isabel’s behavior.
‘Save your own kind.’
As far as I know, he is being chased by the ruling faction rankers. It is not easy to protect the slaves who escaped like that while being pursued by the rankers.
‘That’s while living as a slave.’
It is impossible to act like that without a very strong sense of purpose.
‘Are you aiming for the ending?’
The ultimate goal of these reptilian humans is to lead their kind to paradise. It doesn’t end with simply evacuating them to a safe place.
In order for Coldblood to see the ending, he must kill the greatest threat to Paradise: Vortex One.
‘To be precise, it’s about sacrificing another Vortex One to destroy the curse that has been placed on the entire race.’
What you need for this process is a special place to perform the ritual, an altar made of extremely rare materials, and ritual tools. Once everything is ready, you must then kill the Vortex One and offer it as a sacrifice.
‘It’s impossible to prepare for this while worrying about runaway slaves.’
Of course, to achieve these conditions, you need great power and enormous wealth. There is no way around it with dozens of your own kind in the underground caves. It seems that they are doing such things for other reasons than for the ending.
While I was wondering what motivated Isabel’s actions, we arrived at the airport.
“Welcome. Work. Done.”
As we opened the airship’s door, MPS-05, who had been waiting inside, greeted us.
“Is everything okay?”
“‘Little baby.’ Headache. Headache.”
“It’s because of the hangover. Drink lots of water.”
“Main controller, water. Supplying!”
The MPS-05, specialized in communication linkage and machine control, is currently synchronized with the main body, PS-111. As long as the communication distance is as it is now, they can exchange contact with each other at any time.